Derek soughed in relief as he saw his cousin, Maya, come into the room with a tray of covered dishes.
"About time..." He muttered, adjusting and readjusting himself on a particular spot on the bed, which he had been sitting on for a while, thoroughly expectant.
He had almost gone after her at one point, when his stomach hadn't been able to bear the wait any longer.
"Sorry that I took time..." Maya stated, while using her right leg to kick the door shut, as she approached the bed.
"It's alright." He responded, as his taste buds came to live at the sweet aroma of the food.
"Smells nice..." He stated, his eyes totally narrowed at the plates in the tray.
"Uhuh...I think you would like it. It's my favorite." She said with a short smile, before dropping the tray on the table closest to her bed, a dressing table actually, but it was just void of the basics, unlike Emma's own.
"I will like it then." Derek said, very sure of it.
